Hot Summer (Part 5)

I got changed into something comfortable, joining Mom in the living room to watch her reruns of General Hospital. “He’s still alive?” I questioned right as I sat down, pointing at the decrepit man who’s in every episode. She only scoffed and told me to hush, earning a subtle smile from me as I let the sofa engulf me.

In a way, this show was kind of good. I mean– despite the filler scenes and obvious plot holes, my jaw dropped at least three times with the words coming out of their mouths. Another secret affair? Another murder? Another blackmail? Mom could only snicker at my reactions.

Until eventually the episode ended and she sighed into her knees, “You got some color.” She noted, rocking in the single chair that used to be for Nonna.

I nodded, “I know right.” I showed my arms, scanning them for visible differences; “I forgot how much I liked the beach.”

“No beach in Nashville.” She said with brows raised to which I rolled my eyes. We both knew that, but anytime she could try and